Dereham

A very grey start to the day, my mood was not helped by the fact that I stubbed my toe on a chair in the bedroom first thing.  The sky had brightened up a little when I reached Dereham for a dental appointment, but by the time I emerged, it was grey again.  

All well at the dentist, I hobbled down to the town centre to go to the bank, and felt that the War Memorial was looking good - new wreathes only 11 days ago, of course.

Then I went to visit dad, and on getting home, I hobbled round the garden cleaning up after our dog.  I STILL haven't potted up the acers - maybe tomorrow morning, before going to work on the 1 to 9 shift?

Walter is lighting our wood burner for the evening, so we can sit in the lounge together, instead of spending all evening in the study at our respective computers.